Why Windows 8 Tablets Will Surprise Everyone

Como um arraigado Mac user, posso dizer, a grande empresa de tecnologia de 2012 será a Microsoft. Se algum conselho puder servir para bolsa de valores, compre Microsoft. Metro UI e Kinect, no Xbox, Windows 8 e Windows Phone estão permitindo a MS pensar tão diferente quanto a Apple em 1998.

And now AirServer has even been optimized for dedicated Mac Mini’s connected to home theater systems running Plex or XBMC. AirServer will automatically hide other fullscreen applications, playback its content and revert back to the previous system-state after playback finishes.
Video Streaming | AirServer o media center está completo
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Somos nós brasileiros ocidentais? Sempre achei que sim, mas cada vez que leio algum scholar tratar do tema, vejo-os argumentar que não.

2011: Twelve Months of Protest

Malaise. Se um ano pudesse ser definido por uma única palavra, 2011 seria o ano du malaise, como mostram essas fotos na New Yorker. Da Tunísia aos Estados Unidos, de Mohamed Bouazizi ao Occupy Wall Street, uma indefinida sensação de debilidade e desconforto assolou o mundo nesse ano.

Se o Brasil tivesse na mão de administradores na época, e não de economistas, nós não teríamos vendido os 17% do bloco de controle.

Nós teríamos dado o direito de voto aos 83% de acionistas da empresa, pondo fim à ditadura do Capitalismo de Estado.

Os 83% teriam contratado administradores profissionais brasileiros, a Telebras seria hoje uma empresa nacional, e o governo teria o benefício da melhoria de eficiência e valorização dos seus 17%.

O Estado seria o maior acionista e teria assento no conselho, mas a administração seria eficiente, sem indicações políticas.

Das 10 milhões de linhas telefônicas passaríamos às 200 milhões que temos hoje, mas teríamos ainda uma empresa brasileira, forte, não pulverizada, de classe mundial.

— Boa análise de Stephen Kanitz sobre a venda das Teles Sobre o Livro “Privataria Tucana”

There Is a Flip Side


Dave Winer, on try­ing to con­vince Joe Hewitt to switch to Android:

Any­way, he thinks the iPhone is great. He doesn’t want to use Android. But I want him to use it, for the same rea­son I use it. Which is the title of this piece.

Right now i…

“Fear of Apple is about losing control over the software on our computers. Fear of Google is about losing control over our privacy.”
John Grubber.

A Commencement Address, Joseph Brodsky 1984

O texto completo mantenho em todos os meus gadgets, vale sempre a releitura. Hoje, particularmente, precisei relê-lo várias vezes. Extraio essa pequena parte que dá uma boa idéia do todo. 

“Twenty years ago the following scene took place in one of the numerous prison yards of northern Russia. At seven o’clock in the morning the door of a cell was flung open and on its threshold stood a prison guard who addressed its inmates: “Citizens! The collective of this prison’s guards challenges you, the inmates, to socialist competition in cutting the lumber amassed in our yard.” In those parts there is no central heating, and the local police, in a manner of speaking, tax all the nearby lumber companies for one tenth of their produce. By the time I am describing, the prison yard looked like a veritable lumber yard: the piles were two to three stories high, dwarfing the onestoried quadrangle of the prison itself. The need for cutting was evident, although socialist competitions of this sort had happened before. “And what if I refuse to take part in this?” inquired one of the inmates. “Well, in that case no meals for you,” replied the guard.

Then axes were issued to inmates, and the cutting started. Both prisoners and guards worked in earnest, and by noon all of them, especially the always underfed prisoners, were exhausted. A break was announced and people sat down to eat: except the fellow who asked the question. He kept swinging his axe. Both prisoners and guards exchanged jokes about him, something about Jews being normally regarded as smart people whereas this man…and so forth. After the break they resumed the work, although in a somewhat more flagging manner. By four o’clock the guards quit, since for them it was the end of their shift; a bit later the inmates stopped too. The man’s axe still kept swinging. Several times he was urged to stop, by both parties, but he paid no attention. It seemed as though he had acquired a certain rhythm he was unwilling to break; or was it a rhythm that possessed him?

To the others, he looked like an automaton. By five o’clock, by six o’clock, the axe was still going up and down. Both guards and inmates were now watching him keenly, and the sardonic expression on their faces gradually gave way first to one of bewilderment and then to one of terror. By seven-thirty the man stopped, staggered into his cell, and fell asleep. For the rest of his stay in that prison, no call for socialist competition between guards and inmates was issued again, although the wood kept piling up.”

Joseph Brodsky